Are you curious enough?


The December moon is often called “the moon of the darkest night,” because it falls near the Winter Solstice. Shorter daylight hours mean longer stretches of umbra that invite us into a world of wonder, contemplation, and soul quest.


This is a time for inquiry–for deep curiosity. Treasures untold wait for you in the murky demi-world of your unconscious psyche. The December moon invites you to explore the depths.


It begins with one question: “What don’t I know?”


We are all pretty sure about one thing: our own perspective. So many conversations begin with, “Look here,” or “Listen up,” because “This is where I stand.”


The whole entire enterprise of human engagement becomes a quest to be understood. But standing in that mentality means staying in the dark—denying that there’s another point of view. Relationships become stagnant. Personal growth is stunted. Passion fades.


In the Sci-fi movie, “The Matrix,” a great adventure begins when the hero character, Neo, is given a choice to take a red pill or a blue one.
The blue pill will keep in him safe inside the world he has always known. It will satisfy his ego’s need to be right about his reality. But deep inside, Neo knows that his “reality” is limited by his perspective. The red pill would free him from that limitation.


With the red pill comes a pivotal question:
“Are you curious enough to break through the limitations of your ego perspective?”


Curiosity is magic. It is the super-power spark that ignites the flames of courage, compassion, and creativity. It illuminates the darkness of self-doubt and self-righteousness. It gives you insight to illuminate your own shadows and to embrace the heart-mind of another.
It leads you into a whole new world of deeper understanding, more meaningful relationships, and a cosmic expansion of reality.


Many of us have struggled within the uncertainty of the moment.
If you have been living on planet Earth, you know what I mean: economic inequality, social strife, and environmental catastrophe.
But even in the darkest night, curiosity propels you forward. It calls you to imagine: “What could happen next?”
Curiosity keeps you asking yourself:
“What can I create with this one amazing, miraculous, and wonderful life?”

Physical touch is decidedly near the top of my "Love Language" list. 
​My daughter, on the other hand...not as much. Especially now that she has reached the ripe old age of 8.
She's been places. She knows things. She is definitely not a baby anymore. And she likes to remind me that she is the "boss of her body" –something that we taught her as a mantra of Self-care and empowerment. I did not anticipate that it would also come to mean:
"You have to ask first, when you want to hug me, Mom." 

This rule goes completely against my "you were once actually INSIDE my belly" impulse to envelope her little body in a lioness embrace, triggered by her countless acts of cuteness. 😩

So when she came home from school, yesterday, and immediately buried her wet face into the belly of my shirt, my heart changed quickly from elation into empathy.
"Mama," she sniffled and croaked: "I don't feel so good."

Her nose is red, her eyes swollen. Clear liquid oozes from her face in a mess of mucus and tears. Her voice is hoarse and her skin clammy. All the signs and symptoms: my little girl is sick. Cue the mom-servant instinct: How can I best love you? 

medicine soup ✓
essential oils ✓
a warm "blankie" ✓
box of tissues ✓
Harry Potter ✓
and a ridiculously large pile of stuffed animals ✓

But what she really REALLY wants is to snuggle–face to face–nuzzle & hug her mommy.
That's me!! OH JOY! This is my big moment. 🎉 💗 🧸

​Except...now, we're both sick. 

That's how it is. 
My heart longs to give...to support...to SERVE. In fact, "Acts of Service" is probably my Love Language #1. And if you are into that sort of thing (Love Languages, I mean) you probably know that what you provide for another person is often what you crave most for yourself. 

So this has become my mission: SUSTAINABLE SERVICE. 
How can I best love myself, so that I can best love you?
Let's do it together. Let's care for our sweet souls, so that we can be of real service to the world–with all of our creative genius and courageous hearts. 
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As I curl up with my little lion cub, atop this mound of stuffed animals, holding our cups of medicine soup; I'd love to hear from you...

Soul Artists: What is your one, most favorite, Self-care secret for creative sustainability?​

Love.  Shadow.  Spiritual bypassing.  ​

And I started the season with eyes wide open, asking: "What don't I know?" Because everyone has their own, unique, singular, individual, perspective and experience. White people, black people, red people, blue people...and every other color people; we all want to be heard and understood. We all want be seen for who we are.

But who are we? ​

I keep spiraling forward through the conversations (the many many convos about race, class, yoga, life and death, spiritual bypassing and shadow work) to find myself standing squarely back where I started: on the basis of LOVE. 

This is not a Hollywood love–not a transactional, conditional, superficial or perverted kind of love. This is universal LOVE–a LOVE beyond all opposites. It is a LOVE that has nothing to do with "Spiritual Bypassing" because this LOVE includes the truth of the experience. It isn't trying to deny the wound or skip over the healing process. This LOVE fully recognizes the life and the death of it, the "pile of sh*t of it" ...the "hard" and the "not easy "of it. It includes your pain, your fear, your own unique manure of it.
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This LOVE wants to know you, hear you, see you. It want to live as you–to be you. 

I believe–like really, truly know in my guts: This LOVE IS WHO WE ARE. 
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And I also believe (more like hope, pray, cross my fingers, and imagine) that LOVE will move us forward in systemic healing, active peace and unified individuality ...without skipping over the pile of fertilizer that lays in our path. Keep Going. 


Growing Forward. Not skipping ahead. 

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